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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years

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Holy Hands

By: This_is_my_toenail_collection

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 4

The world bled slowly back into their mind as they awoke. Unfamiliar white sheets bound them to their bed and very familiar faces surrounded them on all sides.

Staring at the brothers they'd seen only in dreams these last few weeks, MC found themself unable to move. There was an ache in their limbs that spread down through their very bone marrow.

Slowly they formed the words they wanted, speaking slowly.

"Did I die again?"

The tension in the room seemed to escape through an unseen drain as the brothers all relaxed at the joke.

"MC! Don't be sayin' that! You were asleep for like 2 years!" Mammon.

"Please, Mammon it was 3 weeks. But you very well could've died MC, I suppose you're just too stubborn after all." Lucifer.

"You've got to be starving! I saved you some cafeteria jello." Beel.

"Well he tried to. Beel, you're holding an empty container." Belphie.

"Don't worry about the injuries hun! I have a special cream that can get rid of scars like magic." Asmo.

"Levi, stop crying, they're fine see? Just fine, no need to be upset." Satan seemed to be convincing himself more than Levi.

"I know, I'm just relieved. The only normie I've ever liked almost died! Not that I like you all that much…"

MC listened to the boys talking over each other and completely forgot they were in a hospital bed covered in bandages.

They felt right at home.

Until an even more familiar voice rose above the others.

"MC did you say... again?"

The room went quiet as Acacia surfaced amongst the septet of brothers. She looked shaken yet whole, MC was relieved she had not been attacked as well.

"Uh...well-"

"You died? Before this?" She didn't sound angry, just overwhelmed.

"Yup" was their short answer, no point in sugar-coating it.

Acacia sat on the edge of MCs bed and stared at her hands for a moment. Looking up she spoke at a more normal volume than usual.

"I can't believe you went on a crazy magic adventure with time travel and divine lineages and goddamn demons and you didn't even send me a picture, what the heck man?" Acacia giggled.

MC laughed as well, though the action hurt their bandaged ribs.

"I see you met the trouble I got into" MC gestured to the boys, each looking sheepish but none willing to leave the private conversation.

"Yeah they're…intense."

"Hey don't talk about us like we're not here!" Mammon piped up indignantly. Acacia flinched involuntarily at the shout and MCs big-sibling-mode kicked in.

"Hey keep it down buddy or I'll kick you out." Mammon backed off quickly. Acacia smiled softly at MC in thanks.

Lucifer apparently decided everyone was done and spoke up.

"Well after this I can hardly permit you to return to the human world until we can determine the cause of this attack."

MC took a moment to process the meaning of the words before their heart started to beat faster.

"So...we get to stay here?" They asked hopefully.

"That would be the safest course of action, yes." He narrowed his eyes as he smiled mischievously at MC. Oh there were double motives afoot.

"What? But MC, what about our life on Earth? Your job and my school-stuff...and Apophis?" Acacia questioned desperately.

MC fixed Acacia with a stare, they had to think about what was best for her.

"I hate my job, you hate school and RAD can give you a much better education anyway." MC tried to persuade her.

She thought for a moment.

"This is crazy, we can't just drop everything and live in the Devildom."

"Why not?"

Acacia stared at her hands some more. Her face went from startled to thoughtful. Then finally to a small smile.

"I guess there's nothing really holding us there but each other huh…" she seemed to entertain the thought.

"We can go back for Apophis, I mean...what else is really there for us?"

Acacia looked out the window at the bright lights of the Devildom. It was beautiful and she'd only seen a small part of it. She felt her chest expand with a feeling of excitement, adventure! MC was giving her an almost pleading look.

Could they stay? Just until the mysterious creature was caught?

Acacia turned back to MC.

"Ok let's give it a shot."

0Weeks went by as MCs broken bones healed. The medical technology in the Devildom was better than on Earth, but it still took way too long for them to be discharged.

In the meantime, Acacia and MC answered as many questions as they could psychologically handle about the attack. What had happened, what the creature looked like, how it disappeared, all for the sake of finding out what was going on. It was pretty obvious to the brothers that the creature was one of Abaddon's giant locusts, but the demon couldn't be reached for questioning.

Chester had taken up following Acacia around the Rad campus to scare off cocky lesser demons. Mammon developed this habit as well, much to Acacia's flustered annoyance.

"That scrawny mutt couldn't win a fight with its own tail. You're lucky Kay, my race got canceled so I've got nothin better to do today. No need to thank me."

Acacia visited MC every day in the hospital.

Eventually the human siblings could no longer ignore that their pet snake, Apophis, was still alone in their home. Solitary animals like reptiles could be comfortable for surprisingly long without food, so he was fine on his own for quite a while, but it was still cruel to abandon him.

Acacia volunteered to bring Apophis back but was quickly stopped by none other than Lucifer.

Lucifer had been acting odd, he got noticibly more stressed as the investigation continued and no solid motive was found. He paced and scribbled on papers, he texted Diavolo obsessively, he didn't sleep at all anymore.

Acacia didn't care much for controlling men, and after what little she'd seen of Lucifer she'd quickly developed a negative opinion.

"I can't allow you to return to the human world alone until we know why MC was attacked." He insisted, as if talking to a small child.

Acacia wasn't much for arguing, but she couldn't just lie down and be disrespected like this.

"Well I can't just leave Apophis there, MC loves that snake and it hasn't been fed in over a month. That's never a fun time. Move!" She yelled. Lucifer didn't budge against the comically angry little girl.

"Go play with Mammon or something." He dismissed.

Acacia didn't move. The nerve.

Lucifer sighed, this was definitely MCs sister. Her persistence reminded him of another sister he once knew…

"Fine, you may retrieve your pet."

"Yes!" Acacia hissed under her breath pumping her fist once.

"Under the condition that I accompany you."

"Whaaaaat?" She whined, "why can't Mammon go with me?"

"Because he's an untrustworthy scoundrel"

"Ouch, he's your brother dude."

"Unfortunately."

Acacia narrowed her eyes at the eldest brother. Mammon was a little weird but so was she. She made a mental note to thank MC for not being a dick like Lucifer.

"Whatever, let's just go already." She crossed her arms and huffed.

Lucifer allowed himself a smirk, of course there were other brothers who could chaperone, but he knew his presence would annoy her the most. That's what you get for being a brat.

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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ijustwanttoexist · 6 years

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Love Isn’t Just a Walk in the Park Pt. 3

It has been brought to my attention that I included something in the last part (part two) that can be severely bad for dogs. Please be sure to wait at least an hour after feeding your dog before exercising them. Failure to do so can cause bloat or torsion, especially in bigger dogs, both of which are extremely painful and can often lead to death.

Please remember that I’m not a trained vet, nor have I ever worked with animals. As such, I might accidentally put something in here that’s bad for animals, like the exercising thing. Please let me know if this is the case, and I’ll be sure to spread the knowledge so we can keep our pets safe.

Part 1 Part 2

On a definitely less important note, someone asked me if I would be putting this fic on AO3. As of this moment, I don’t actually have an account on AO3, mostly because I never thought I would end up writing enough to bother getting one. That might change in the future, but as of now this fic, and all other fics, will only be posted on this blog. I’ll keep you guys updated on that if anything changes.

And then just one last note and I’ll be done. I’m really sorry this took so long to get out. My life kind of imploded after I posted part two, so this installment has been slow going. Hopefully the next one will come out faster! (also, I have a ko-fi now, if anyone was interested)

Pairing(s): Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

The day after that morning is a Wednesday, so Geno spends it laying in bed on his almost comically large heating pad because even taking it slow, freight is always murder on his back. Angela and Sara help where they can, but he’s really the strongest and tallest of the three, so he ends up doing the heavy lifting.

He takes a prescription strength ibuprofen with his breakfast and props himself up on pillows with his heating pad set on high. Then he spends as much of the day as he possibly can in that spot. His laptop is in his lap for most of it, and the tv is on, but he’s not really paying attention to it. He enjoys the background noise, and his tutor says it’s supposed to be helpful with his English.

He clears out his inbox. Mostly, it’s spam from companies that make animal products wanting him to put their products in his shelter. He deletes most of them, but keeps the ones he’s actually heard of to review at a later time.

There’s one from his brother. Since long international phone calls are hell on their phone bills, this is how they keep up with the mundane details of daily life. At the end of the email, his brother asks when he’ll be able to take some time off and either come for a visit or have some visitors. Geno makes a note to check his calendar, and fills his brother in on the little things going on in his own life.

And unsurprising but definitely unwanted are emails from different teams on the Russian league about becoming a coach. He doesn’t even read these, just deletes them with extreme prejudice and continues clearing his inbox. He clears it once a week and is always unpleasantly surprised with how full it can become in such a short time.

And then Geno sees an email he would never have expected to see. He clicks on it, and reads through it, and is still not sure it’s real. Because sitting there in his inbox is an email from the front office of the Pittsburgh Penguins organization, inviting him to bring some of his animals for the annual Pens & Paws photo shoot. He blinks at it for a moment longer, but ultimately decides the best step forward would be to ask Sidney about it the next morning. He flags the email and continues on with clearing his inbox.

The next morning, Geno’s back feels much better. He does some of the stretches his physical therapist suggested for times when he overdoes it, and is sure to grab some extra heat packs on his way out the door. He has an uneventful drive to the shelter, and actually manages to be a few minutes early.

He goes through the usual pre-opening checklist, then sets a pot of coffee percolating and waits for Sidney to come in. The door opens to said man a few minutes later. They exchange a few pleasantries, and then Sidney is on his way.

Geno gives the animals in the shelter food while Sidney is gone, making sure to put a bowl in the pen of the little boxer mix that Sidney decided to take. Then Geno begins the tedious process of filling out the seemingly neverending pile of paperwork that owning a business generates.

When Sidney comes back into the shop, sweating and flushed, Geno takes a second to memorize the look before he moves. He’s given in to the fact that he finds the man attractive, and has decided to let himself appreciate how he looks, as long as he doesn’t make it weird.

“Good run?” Geno asks. Sidney gives him a smile.

“Yeah, this little one has a lot of energy.”

“Copper is always playing. Happiest dog,” Geno agrees as he holds a water bottle out for Sidney. He accepts it, then drinks down nearly half of the bottle, head tipped back and throat exposed. Geno swallows and looks away to the dog, petting him as he pants and wags his tail.

“Ready for picture?” Geno asks once Sidney finishes his bottle.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“After post, have a question for you,” Geno says.

“All right,” Sidney agrees as they make their way outside. Geno again takes a few pictures, and chooses the one he thinks is the best: Copper looking up at Sidney like he’s the sun, and Sidney looking down at Copper with fond adoration. Sidney helps him work out the phrasing of the tweet, and then it’s sent and Copper is back in his pen where he happily laps up water and eats his breakfast.

“You said you had a question for me?” Sidney asks.

“Yes. Got email from someone who says they are Penguins front office. Invite my shelter to bring dogs for calendar photoshoot?” He pulls up the email on the front computer, then turns the screen so Sidney can read it.

“Oh,” Sidney says, then seems to skim the email. “Yeah, I mentioned your shelter to one of the people who organize our fundraising events because one of our usual shelters couldn’t do it this year. Is that okay?” He asks, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.

“Is fine,” Geno says. “Wanted to make sure it wasn’t fake.”

“It definitely isn’t fake,” Sidney says with the grin Geno’s found he uses when he finds something funny. They stand in silence for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, before Sidney breaks the silence. “Was that...all you wanted to ask?”

“Um, yes,” Geno says, resisting the urge to ask Sidney something he’d definitely say no to, like out on a date. “Will reply to the email, say yes, show off more of best dogs.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Sidney says. He’s still smiling, and Geno tells himself he’s imaging that Sidney looks a little disappointed. “I’ll probably see you before then, so feel free to ask me any questions you might have.”

“Yes, have whole list of questions for you next time I see you,” Geno promises.

They bid each other goodbye, and Geno watches Sidney walk until he’s no longer in view.

Now that Geno knows the email is legitimate, he quickly types up a reply before saving it in his drafts for Sara to look over when she comes in later. He spends the rest of the day making a list of the dogs and cats he thinks might be okay with the trip and all of the attention, as well as will also be the best behaved.

When he’s closing the shelter, he finds himself almost looking forward to working the next morning before he remembers he’s not scheduled. Sara’s got the next open, and Angela sent him a text saying she’d managed to finish her project and was ready to get back to work.

Geno gnaws on his lip as disappointment wells up in his chest before he viciously shoves it down. He knows he doesn’t have a chance with someone like Sidney Crosby, face of a franchise and probably straight on top of it. And even if he wasn’t, no one wants to be the first out player in such an old-fashioned organization. And Geno could never go back into the closet, not even for someone like Sidney.

He takes the scenic way home to clear his head, and reminds himself to send a list of questions to Sara so she can ask Sidney in the morning and be the official responder to the emails from the Penguins front office.

It’s better this way, he tells himself. It’s only been two days. It’ll be good to get back to his normal schedule.

He’s almost convinced himself when he goes to bed that night.

#sidgeno #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #I accidentally angsted?#I'm so sorry #I promise this all ends happily #and hey more penguins and pets next installment probably #and also theoretically the next installment will include a picture of Sidney with a dog #maybe even Geno if I can figure it out

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its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

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Comfort Kisses [fic]

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Kei swallowed from where he was sitting on Tetsurou's bed, clutching the sheets in his hands as he tuned back in on whatever Tetsurou was talking about. It was hard, especially when some traitorous aspect of Kei only wanted to focus on his boyfriend’s lips and nose.

Kei didn’t know how he ended up in this position, craving affection, but he figured it was best not to dwell on it.

Rating: T

Tags: fluff, established relationship, Kei hates the mall and loves eskimo kisses

Note: Eskimo kisses y’all, that’s what I’m about. I wrote useless fluff because I was having a mini writer’s block on all my multichapters, so yay? lol, thanks to @meliegribouille for giving me some opinions on this! Enjoy~

AO3

It wasn't as if Kei was...envious of the affection other couples gave each other. Far from it. Tetsurou gave him more love and attention than he'd initially known what to do with. Kei liked to tell himself it was aggravating, annoying even, to have Tetsurou say and do such corny things. He knew deep down it wasn't true.

Of course, when the pair had first started dating, Kei was overwhelmed by the cheesy texts, the subtle touches, the shameless declarations...all of it seemed way too over the top and embarrassing. Half the time, his mind told him Tetsurou must've been joking, maybe making fun of him. Kei hadn't had a clue about how to react.

He'd been a lot more insecure and distrusting then, and while not all of those problems had gone away, he was a lot more comfortable with Tetsurou these days. While he wasn't completely used to the caresses, the gifts, or the kisses, he no longer doubted the nature of them. Everything Tetsurou said and did was genuine, and it set Kei's heart ablaze in ways he didn't know how to deal with. It was unfair.

This was unfair.

Why am I like this?

Tetsurou was talking beside him as they lounged in bed, oblivious to Kei's internal panic. As he went on about some movie they'd seen recently, all Kei could think about was their trip to the mall earlier that day.

It was winter now, the air outside cold and biting. People were obviously bundled up, sharing coffees and hot chocolates, cuddling closer even in public. Hell, the season was so powerful, it made Kei feel more affection starved than usual. He found himself clinging to Tetsurou more, striving for warmth.

He'd been watching the crowds of people, waiting while Tetsurou had left him to get them both dessert, and slightly grumpy due to the absence of his boyfriend's warm body.

He was getting antsy, when he'd seen a couple a few tables away lean in close, shamelessly nuzzling each other's noses and cheeks to provide warmth. They giggled and smiled, uncaring of the glances they received, too wrapped up in each other.

Ever since then, Kei had been in hell.

He wondered how it would feel, how Tetsurou would react. They'd never done it before, yet it seemed rather common among couples. Now, no matter where Kei looked, he saw pairs sharing the innocent 'kisses,' radiating affection sickeningly.

Disgusting.

Shameless.

What were they thinking?

Kei wanted to try it so bad.

At the thought, his fists clenched in the soft bedding beneath him, a shiver traveling up his spine. The heater was on, so he couldn't blame the cold.

Fuck.

Maybe if he just did it, it would be fine. It wouldn't be too out of character.

Right?

No. Like hell. There was no way he of all people, could initiate that sort of kiss. It was way too cutesy, not befitting someone tall and stoic like him. It would just be weird.

And yet...

Kei tugged at his fingers, trying to will the butterflies in his stomach to calm down.

No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the thought, the urge to grab Tetsurou's face and rub their stupid noses together.

Kei was two seconds away from bashing his head into the bedroom wall. How had it come to this? He never would've thought he'd get to this point in a relationship, but he guessed it wasn't too big of a surprise anymore. It was simply because he'd gotten used to their affectionate exchanges, that was all. It was common for Tetsurou to kiss him randomly, to join their hands together, to cuddle and touch without care.

Surely, he could play this off as no big deal...

Oh, who was he kidding?

He most definitely could not do that.

Every time he worked up the slightest courage, he hesitated, and then ended right back at square one.

"Kei, are you alright?" Tetsurou's voice broke through his tangled thoughts, and Kei turned to him, blown away by the soft smile on his face. It was hard to remember sometimes, to believe that such a smile was all for him. "You're a little tense."

There was apparent worry in Tetsurou’s voice as his hand reached up to grab Kei's. Luckily it was still cold from the weather outside, not quite warmed up yet. Had Tetsurou touched his neck or his face, he probably would've thought Kei had a fever.

"I'm fine," Kei said easily, melting some more under the other's gaze. "Just--"

"Cold?" Tetsurou asked, somewhat amused. Without waiting for Kei to respond, Tetsurou grabbed the comforter, wrapping it around both of them and pulling him closer until they were leaning against the headboard. "It always takes you forever to warm up."

You always help.

Kei's heart swelled with delight, though he still felt guilty for ignoring Tetsurou's ramblings in favor of fretting over his own cowardice. "Whatever, it's not my fault it's cold. What were you saying?"

There was hardly any bite in his complaint, and Tetsurou knew it, laughing lightly as he went on. "Well, I still say we should've seen the other movie, because..."

And of course, because Kei was the worst, his mind drowned Tetsurou out again, focusing back on his earlier struggle.

He felt warm and cozy under the comforter, his hand linked with Tetsurou's like it was the most natural thing.

For them it was. It wasn't awkward anymore, nor unwanted. Kei's hand belonged in Tetsurou's.

They came home to each other, had seen each other at their worsts. With tears running down their faces, with little to no sleep, they'd witnessed it all. Every bad mood, every hard night, every embarrassing episode...

They shared all those things, so why couldn't Kei let them share this?

Kei swallowed from where he was sitting on Tetsurou's bed, clutching the sheets in his hands as he tuned back in on whatever Tetsurou was talking about.

It was hard, especially when some traitorous aspect of Kei only wanted to focus on his boyfriend’s lips and nose.

Fuck. No. I'm not going to do it. I can't. It's stupid. I don't care.

And there was the hesitation...

"And like, the special effects were pretty bad," Tetsurou continued, his rant far from over. "I've seen better horror flicks from the nineties and..."

The longer he avoided this, the longer he'd be unfocused and nervous.

Kei felt bad for ignoring his boyfriend, he really did. The guilt was back to festering in his gut. Regardless of what everyone thought, he rather enjoyed listening to Tetsurou, since they tended to share similar opinions. Talking with his boyfriend was hardly dull, and had Kei not been so fixated on his own internal predicament, he'd have been more than happy to bash that disgrace of a movie he'd been forced to endure.

It really had been awful. So awful, that halfway through it, they'd decided to just say fuck it, and made out for the rest of the movie.

In the theater. In public. Kei's breath stilled a little at the thought, a pleasant tingle running down to his toes.

Wow. Really?

Compared to that, Kei's problems seemed stupider than ever. They'd practically almost jumped each other in a dark, popcorn littered movie theater and yet...

Why couldn't he do this again? In the privacy of their own home?

The worst Tetsurou could do was laugh at him, and that would hardly be the most humiliating thing Kei had ever done in front of the raven. Kei had once laughed so hard on one of their first dates that he'd had soda come out of his nose, so he was probably prepared for the worst.

Somehow, the thought was more reassuring than anything.

"Tetsu." Kei's voice was small and hoarse, as if he was horribly parched, and he cursed himself internally for sounding so nervous already. Hell, he cursed himself for talking at all.

Why couldn't he let this go? He didn't know, but he did know he wouldn't be satisfied until he actually acted on his desire, so whatever.

Tetsurou stopped mid-sentence, but fuck it, Kei didn't have time to feel bad. If he lost this impulse, there was no hope for him. He had to utilize whatever bit of courage he had, to hell with it.

All for a stupid eskimo kiss. I hate people. Fuck the mall.

Before Tetsurou could even respond, Kei grabbed his cheeks, bringing him forward until their noses were touching, and rubbed them together maybe a bit faster than necessary. It was too sudden, awkward. So much for a romantic gesture, but Kei couldn't deny it felt nice.

It sent a surge of warmth from his face down to his toes, his stomach fluttering as his head bumped lightly against his boyfriend's. The tenseness in his muscles faded, and his motions slowed, until he was barely nuzzling Tetsurou. He was content like this, breathing in Tetsurou scent, his heat.

Against his own wishes, he admitted that eskimo kisses were really all they were cracked up to be. He thought he'd only do it once, just to get it out of his system, but deep down he knew that was bullshit now.

Dammit. I hate the mall. The mall sucks.

It only took a few more seconds of Kei's affection fueled daze before realized Tetsurou wasn't moving, was hardly even breathing. It shattered the spell.

Kei pulled back, his face red as he reached up to cover his nose. Tetsurou was staring at him, eyes comically wide and mouth ajar, like he hadn't fully processed what had just happened.

Shit, I knew it was weird...

Oh well, it was a one-time experiment. The embarrassment would hopefully be short lived. Kei tried to push down the disappointment at the thought.

When Tetsurou continued to remain silent, Kei got slightly worried, face still red as all hell. Maybe Tetsurou had thought it was stupider than Kei anticipated.

Kei lowered his hand from his face, scooting closer to Tetsurou once more as he squinted at his blank expression. Okay, so maybe this was excessive. The only time Tetsurou looked like this was when his brain was really short-circuiting, which could be caused by a plethora of things.

Kei reached out dumbly, poking Tetsurou's cheek with his index finger. "Uh...Tetsu, are you--oof!"

Tetsurou's arms were around him in an instant, pulling him down onto the bed as the raven nuzzled his neck frantically.

Needless to say, it sort of tickled.

Kei snorted, unable to hold back a few giggles as he tried to fight Tetsurou off, to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength usually, but Tetsurou was a determined bastard, and was not letting Kei get away this time.

Kei squirmed, still laughing as Tetsurou kissed him and initiated several more eskimo kisses. He was shameless about it too, in the way Tetsurou always was.

"Hey," Kei protested, weakly shoving Tetsurou's face away. "What are you--"

"Kei, are you trying to kill me? Because I'm sort of offended, but if this is how you're gonna do it, I can't complain," Tetsurou said with a sigh, fighting past Kei's block to bury his face back into his neck. Kei could practically feel Tetsurou’s dopey grin against his skin, and it was less annoying than usual.

Something proud and fond fluttered deep inside him, his confidence building as Tetsurou continued to unload all his affections on him.

He...

"You...liked that?" Kei asked slowly, and instead of answering like a normal person, Tetsurou kissed him. Then, Tetsurou's nose was rubbing against his, and it didn't take Kei long to reciprocate.

Yeah, it was definitely better when both of them did it.

Kei fought back a dreamy sigh, instead reveling in the moment.

"Is that answer enough?" Tetsurou asked, voice smug, and Kei swatted him playfully.

He always ruins it. Despite the thought, Kei couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into though," Tetsurou sighed, shaking his head, and Kei debated pushing him off the bed.

But well, curiosity got the best of him. When would he learn?

"What do you mean?" He asked, petting Tetsurou's hair absentmindedly.

Kei only knew he'd messed up when Tetsurou smirked dangerously at him, his eyes reflecting nothing but mischief.

"There's no way we're not doing that all the time now, even in public," he said, and Kei only felt warmer with every word. "I won't be able to restrain myself."

Oh god, you loser.

Kei groaned, knowing full well he'd brought this on himself. These were the consequences he had to face, and yet, he seldom felt any dread about it. Not that he'd ever tell Tetsurou that.

Yeah, Kei definitely hated the mall. But oh well, he loved his boyfriend twice as much, and he sealed the deal with an eskimo kiss.

Naturally.

#kurotsuki #kurotsukki #adri writing #haikyuuwriters

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